Cravings, creations, and culinary cogitations.

Party Animal Truffles

There are so many reasons to love making truffles. They don’t require any baking time, they are excellent party finger food, they store well, there are enough variations to, at one point or another, please every single person in your life, and you can eat 12 in one sitting and play off the guilt because they’re itty bitty and so stinkin’ cute!

Kind of like those prepackaged Entenmann’s mini blueberry muffins. Try buying a box and eating just one package; you can’t do it. You just can’t. If you are some sort of freak of nature who can, well, then I applaud you and kindly ask you to go away. This is supposed to be a safe space for those of us who share a common love of all things sinfully over-the-top to give in to our greatest temptations, and your self-discipline is making us feel painfully self-conscious.

Part of the enjoyment is derived from the “cuteness factor” the tiny foods possess, while the remainder of the enjoyment comes from the inherent inverse relationship between a food’s size and it’s ability to make the person consuming it happy. The fact you can eat 20 [insert mini food item here] is just gravy.

Think about how many times your corners have turned up while eating chicken nugs shaped like tiny dinosaurs. Now think about how many times a plain old chicken breast has elicited that same reaction.

Right. Okay.

So I decided to turn frosted circus animal cookies into truffles (a tiny food within a tiny food) and it was MAGICAL.